The Visitor

Poem By Adeyemi Joshua

I had walked amidst thorns
Of life and have merged with cries and funs.
Where good does not lay,
Neither does bad did stay.
Where the white seem as bad,
And the black are tagged with the lads.
But now, life had smiled at me,
Joy, last night till morn, slept by me.
Heads bowed at my words,
As from a stream, to drink from wits' gourd.
And now, the visitor banged at my door,
To have me from the height fall.
But I wouldn't say hi to her:
Pride, (if i do)will give me scar.
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